"I was supposed to greet you a good day, Sir but I would rather not." I spoke, looking at the gun he pointed in my direction.
"You damn well should." Peterson said without taking the gun off my direction.
I took a deep breath before approaching Peterson.
I knew he was furious with me, and rightfully so. His fiancée had left him because of a lie I had told her. I had made up a story about us being in a relationship, and she had believed it. But now the truth was out, and Peterson was understandably upset.
"Look, Peterson, I know you're angry with me," I began, trying to keep my tone even. "But I want you to know that killing me won't solve your problems."
"But it would eliminate the one who caused it," He spat bitterly, his eyes hard and menacing as they bore on me.
Taking in a deep breath, I raised my arms in the air. "I can talk to your fiance and tell her the truth."
